The roses had the look of flowers that are looked at.

Now the leaves are falling fast$$$ <br>Nurses flowers will not last$$$ <br>Nurses to their graves are gone$$$ <br>But the prams go rolling on.

But all the clocks in the city<br>Began to whirr and chime:<br>'O let not Time deceive you$$$<br>You cannot conquer Time.

My skin is soft$$$ but my heart is cruel$$$ and my bite is deadly.

You will be a poet because you will always be humiliated.

A culture is no better than its woods.

Clear$$$ unscalable$$$ ahead<br>Rise the Mountains of Instead$$$<br>From whose cold$$$ cascading streams<br>None may drink except in dreams.

Conquer$$$ but never triumph.

I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.

God is always the last resource.